PAFP Camp unburden yourself of doubt [ treasure ]

[pipithaunt]

pipit

There seemed to be fewer and fewer things to find joy in... Even Pipithaunt found it increasingly difficult to paint a smile onto his face for the sake of his clan-mates the tighter his belly twisted with hunger. He'd always been a little... gangly... but even he found his muddy reflection to be a little scarce around the ribs... his eyes a little more gaunt than usual. It hadn't stopped him from wasting the day away, going on some drawn-out adventure towards the Twolegplace in hopes of stealing more of that pebbled food he'd found moons ago on another patrol. Desperation inspired the craziest ideas... but it hadn't paid off... and instead he'd wound up rummaging in large, clang-y cans that were full of trash. There'd been a bite of something that smelled like an odd bird he'd pried off some cold bones.. but it wasn't enough to feel satisfied... and then he'd looked for something to bring home anyways.

He'd managed to dig up some feathery-thing, dangling from a sturdy cobweb attached to a glimmering pole... it seemed like it could be an entertaining enough toy to give the nursery, or a tool they might be able to use to startle their neighbors by gouging it into the dirt like a warning of some kind. It mostly just seemed like... treasure... with no real meaning but the hope of being a distraction... of maybe improving morale. He didn't mind if that was all it amounted to... slinking into the ShadowClan camp and making a beeline for the first wide-eyed kit he could find. It's Oleanderkit that becomes his target, the one he moves to impress by shaking the stick and sending the feathery-not-prey flicking around wildly... before dropping it like a caught piece of prey fit to be judged.

"Whatcha think? I traveled a longggg way to find this thing... Can't figure out what it's meant to be for though... Maybe you could help me figure it out, eh? You're smart, Oleanderkit, I've always said this yanno."

[ he found a discarded feathered cat toy - please wait for @oleanderkit ! ]

 

[oleanderkit]

OLEANDERKIT
HE/HIM
03 MOONS
SHADOWCLAN KIT

PENNED BY IXORA

For the most part of the day, like any other day lately, Oleanderkit is content to mind his own business. He remains a small ghost around the camp, speaking when spoken to but otherwise passing by others without much thought. Most cats leave him alone - most cats wouldn't complain to avoid the annoyance of a squeaking voice.

Most cats. Despite the weight of ShadowClan's dreary atmosphere, some felines still retain their youthful energy.

Something strange is being flickered around in Oleanderkit's field of vision before he even sees the young warrior behind the antics. There's no time for the kitten to process exactly what he is looking at - no time to think at all before his eyes dilate, and he falls into a sprawling, poor excuse of a crouch, wildly flailing his paws towards the feather-like object that unnaturally and unpredictably flings about like a startled frog. It's almost when the kitten catches it - his first prey - that the once-flowing feather falls flat.

The voice identifies itself as Pipithaunt, and as the warrior speaks to him, Oleanderkit bats at the feather with a disappointed stare, as if begging it to come play some more. Defeatedly, he lets his gaze flick up to the young warrior that brought it home, slowly piecing together that the object wasn't moving sporadically on its own - it was a puppet to the lanky dark-colored feline. Pipithaunt asks for help in identifying the object - and as a rarity, Oleanderkit feels eager to oblige. He had always been quite observant. Perhaps the things he's seen could aid in this investigation.

"Where did you find it?"

the boy asks, then clears his throat. His kitten-pitched voice is scratchy with disuse, but he pushes past the brief throat pain.

"It doesn't - does not - look natural. What kind of bird did it come from?"

The boy bends forward and touches his twitching nose to the feather, drawing in its' scent.

"There is no life-scent. Not like frog legs. Not like mouse tails. Was it ever alive?"

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